When I was 12 years old, I decided I would walk to the end of a rainbow, find the gold and we could all live happily ever after. Several hours later, too tired to take another step, the rainbow as far away as ever and fading fast, I headed back home. I found something on that expedition, though, as I’ve never forgotten it.
RAINBOW
Possibly,
All life exists
At the end of a rainbow.
Gold,
Fairies,
Witches on broomsticks,
A Knight in shining armour.
I don’t really think so.
The last time I looked,
There was only a crumble of dirt,
A grain of corn,
A rain beetle struggling through the leaf mould.
Still, we build
What we can
With what’s to hand.
© Gwen Grant
